Ode 4.

You journeyed by the narrow path, Venerable Saint; beyond nature you made your flesh wither by fasting; therefore the serried ranks of hostile demons were amazed at your unflinching endurance, the choirs of Angels applauded, as they raised hymns of glory to the God of all things.

Venerable, all-holy Mother, implore the loving and compassionate Lord, whom you sought thirsting with tears and groans and a broken heart, to take pity on my wretched soul, which has slid down into depths of evils.

You watered the furrows of your soul with the streams of your tears and truly sowed in them the seed of virtues; when you had worked it well, glorious Saint, by your ascetic toils, you reaped it and stored the fruits of its sheaves into secure barns, O all-revered.

Bride without Bridegroom, you are the boast of the faithful, you are the protector, you are the refuge, wall and haven of Christians; for you bring supplications to your Son and save from dangers those who with faith and love know you, the pure Mother of God.